Just when Maggie thought Ulysses would get angry, the oppressive aura pressing down on her suddenly disappeared, and Ulysses simply sat there quietly watching her.
The fear and dread of that moment were like an illusion; only the rapid beating of her heart reminded Maggie of what had just happened.
“Miss Saint, this is the first time I have met you. You give without asking for anything in return.”
Ulysses' voice was no longer ethereal; it seemed to truly emanate from the body before her. Maggie, however, couldn't help but recall the time she had been tricked, her expression showing a hint of speechlessness.
He was clearly still asleep, yet he insisted on using illusions to tease her. He really has a terrible sense of humor.
I should have just left after delivering the intelligence and not bothered him like that. I didn't get my revenge and ended up looking rather pathetic.
"Since it's a collaboration, sincerity is essential."
The thin layer of sweat on Maggie's forehead quickly disappeared in the chilly ancient castle. Through the thin saint's robe, her mind cooled down, and she quickly regained her rationality.
"oh?"
Ulysses' lips curled into a half-smile as he lazily lifted his eyelids to look at her, his tone intriguing.
Suddenly, Maggie realized that her body had suddenly lost control and was walking towards the crystal coffin on its own.
"!"
Maggie hates being passively controlled, just like now. But given the difference in strength, she can't and shouldn't resist. She can only obediently stand in front of him.
She was manipulated to sit sideways on the edge of the crystal coffin, right face to face with Ulysses. She could even smell a faint fragrance mixed with a hint of blood.
Her expression was somewhat stiff, but her tone carried no fear, as if she were simply chatting with a friend.
"Does even the Ancestor enjoy such a pointless charade?"
Maggie asked, feigning composure.
Fortunately, the old monster didn't have the right to control her speech.
Ulysses raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by Maggie's words. Then, as if he had discovered something amusing, he reached out his fingertip and gently lifted Maggie's chin, leaning forward slightly as he carefully scanned Maggie's face.
“If it works, it’s not a boring trick. You were just scared by me, weren’t you?”
Ulysses' gaze was as if he were admiring a work of art. His fingertips brushed against her cheek, the coolness sending shivers down her spine. The close proximity, coupled with his deep voice, made the scene even more unforgettable.
If the relationship between the two is unclear, outsiders would perceive them as lovers with an ambiguous relationship.
“Low-level vampires do use clumsy illusions to deceive their prey, but for the progenitor to do so is truly a bit of a surprise to me.”
Maggie gave a forced smile, emphasizing the last two words, subtly expressing her contempt for Ulysses for using the same methods as a low-level vampire.
She's now taking advantage of the fact that the deal for 'Blood of the Night' isn't finished yet, so the old monster can't kill her, and she's dancing wildly on the edge of Ulysses's bottom line.
"Don't be surprised. I just want to take a closer look at what kind of human dares to threaten me."
Ulysses, with his inherent aristocratic manners, spoke in a calm and lifeless tone, and even stroked Maggie's cheek, lips, and nose with great interest.
The inhuman touch sent shivers down Maggie's spine, giving her the unsettling feeling of being watched by a monster.
"So you've finished watching it now?"
Maggie almost choked, feeling a throbbing sensation on her temple. She tried to suppress her anger and asked softly.
If she had a crucifix right now, she would definitely stick it into this guy's chest without hesitation and make him lie down for a couple of days.
“Our ancestor, my time is more precious than yours.”
Maggie gave a slight smile and reminded her.
Who knows what's wrong with this old monster? Luckily, his crystal coffin is wide enough, so she was actually quite comfortable sitting in it, though it was a bit cold.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ulysses moved even closer. His blood-red eyes were unusually calm, yet they seemed to possess a magical power that could captivate anyone who looked at them for more than a few moments.
Maggie instinctively looked away, avoiding close eye contact with the old monster.
His eyes truly have hypnotic power; even if it's an illusion, it's more than enough to deal with her.
At such close range, Maggie still couldn't sense a breath. This is the difference between vampires and humans. They seem to have a physical form and consciousness, but in reality, they are just empty shells without souls.
In some ways, they are not even as good as the dead.
At least in Maggie's eyes, vampires are truly unique beings. They are the only ones without souls, yet possess consciousness and intelligence. Apart from their thirst for blood, inability to see the sun, and bloodlust, they are not much different from humans.
But... having consciousness without a soul is somewhat subverting Maggie's understanding.
Just as Maggie was pondering, Ulysses chuckled softly for some reason. His voice was highly distinctive and unique. If it weren't coming from a vampire, Maggie would have definitely shouted "My ears are pregnant!" under normal circumstances.
Unfortunately, she's still in their hands, and all she can think about is killing Ulysses.
"It seems that the Holy Maiden does not get along well with my clansmen."
Ulysses slowly withdrew his hand, a wicked smile playing on his blood-red eyes, as if he had discovered Maggie's purpose.
But Maggie didn't care. What did it matter if she knew what Maggie really thought?
Ulysses would never let the vampire who betrayed him go unpunished.
"Didn't you already know that?"
Maggie immediately adopted an indifferent attitude, as if she wasn't in a hurry to leave.
Even if you know I'm using someone else to do my dirty work, would you refrain from killing Lothorn to prevent me from succeeding?
She countered with a question.
"Won't."
Ulysses answered her readily, just as Maggie had expected.
"So, can you let me go now?"
Maggie wore a polite smile, but only she knew how irritable she was.
"Can't."
Ulysses calmly refused, and instead put his other arm around Maggie's waist, pulling her even closer with a little force.
"?!!"
Maggie's pupils dilated in shock. If she weren't being restrained, she would have jumped up and run away on the spot.
"Miss Saint, your taste is even sweeter than I imagined."
Ulysses' nose brushed lightly against the artery in her neck, fresh blood flowing beneath. He only needed to open his mouth, his fangs pressing gently against her skin, to easily pierce it, and blood would rush out.
Maggie felt the strange touch on her neck, and heard Ulysses's words, whether it was desire or a joke, in her ear. A sense of horror rushed straight to her head.
Is that old monster trying to suck her blood?!
This realization left Maggie speechless, and she said she didn't want to be a blood donation center.
Wait... could it be because he targeted me after I hurt my arm in the water with Greta last time?
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